User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/The Wrath of Gormad Tunn/@comment-32303-20131111163650/@comment-25220117-20140226223056

''The stoat's mouth hung open in shock as he stared at the spear protruding from his belly. With a sigh of breath, he fell backward, sliding off the spearblade and into the dirt.''

The ferret was slain from the blow to his head, and was sitting slumped forward against the tree.

For the moment, all was silent.